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| A tree stands, hungover, wanting, it seems, to be here moreover. |
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| Syzygium cumini Branches untidy Fruits aplenty. |
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| Drops purple squish, in season beyond belief and reason. Ignored by birds, bees and humans and watching it go waste, such treason. |
I try to pick them off the floor
but alway the grit is more.
Damaged and bruised are they by the fall.
I need a net, to catch them all!
Thanks to my faithful reader Sagarika
From the land of Jambudvipa
through these lines I proclaim-a
the plentiful and wild, purple rain-a.
